She was desperate to talk to me, as I was the only one she trusted; time and distance didn’t change that. She wanted me to help her, and guide her through this turbulent phase. She wanted to give him a second chance, something that he never asked for. The thought of losing someone who she literally worshiped, scared the life out of her. She had the heart to forget everything, move on and start afresh. I realized how love and insecurity can make you do things you wouldn’t have ever imagined.
I wanted to offer her emotional support, make her feel better and hear everything she wanted to say. I wanted to hug her and stand by her through this. I wanted to tell her how blessed she was, as she was the wife, she was the one he came back to every night, she was the one he introduced to everyone as his wife, she was the mother of his sons, she was legitimate.
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t because I was the other woman.
